I remember one time, I was so hungry that my head was dizzy, but I still didn't dare to accept the steamed buns that others gave me, because I knew that when I received favors from others, I had to embrace each other with a spring, and I was afraid that I would not be able to repay the great kindness of others in the future, and I was afraid that I would have no ass in the next life, and I would be a skinny horse as a horse.

You see, it's not so uncomfortable, the thin horse is more despised, after thinking about it, don't let the sins of this life be paid back in the next life......

As he spoke, Du Jiu suddenly stopped, and then took out a silver ingot from his arms, threw it into the hand of the hemp cook, and said loudly: So, I decided not to take credit, these silver are my wine money today, if there is any leftover, then it can be regarded as a tip.

Everyone was stunned again, they didn't seem to have thought that Du Jiu would suddenly say such an even more marginal sentence after saying such a lot of nonsensical words.

However, Du Jiu did say such an inconsequential sentence.

He sneered, with a certain indescribable expression, and sneered: Chef Ma, I have decided not to take credit now, so what about you, you say, how to calculate the account you owe to others?

At this time, the shopkeeper seemed to have suddenly sobered up.

He didn't know where he suddenly got the courage, and suddenly he jumped into the middle of the two people, and regained his commanding appearance.

It was as if he had a hemp chef to help him calm the scene, he gasped for a while, and when his mind calmed down, he suddenly realized that he was the boss here.

He jumped in front of Du Jiu at once, pointed at his head, and shouted: "Yes, yes, you fucking turtle bastard."

At this moment, Du Jiu completely lost the hippie smile he had just now, and suddenly became extremely serious.

He waved his hand at the shopkeeper, and said coldly: Shopkeeper, there is nothing for you here, this is some private matter between me and Jindao Chen Biao, you better make a pot of tea, where it is cool and where to stay, it is best not to come to this troubled water, this trip to the troubled water, you dare not to go, and you can't afford to go.

The shopkeeper was stunned suddenly, as if he didn't expect that Du Jiu, who looked like a gangster, would dare to talk to him like this, and then, the question mark in his mind kept popping out: Golden Dao Chen Biao, who is Golden Dao Chen Biao?

He just wanted to scold, the golden knife Chen Biao is a turtle......

As a result, before the three words "bastard" in the back could be scolded, he received a heavy punch in the face and knocked the table and chair behind him to the ground.

It's the fist of the hemp cook.

Chef Ma's fist was clenched tightly, and after this blow, there seemed to be green smoke on it.

The shopkeeper stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then, looking at the hemp cook with a puzzled face, I don't know what this kid is crazy about, a little cook actually dares to beat the shopkeeper?

He just wanted to scold: Chef Ma, you ...... You...... You're a turtle......

As a result, before he finished scolding, he received another heavy punch in the face.

Although the hemp chef only used thirty percent of the force of this punch, it had already knocked out three teeth of the shopkeeper.

The hemp cook's face suddenly became heavy, staring at the shopkeeper, and said coldly: If you scold again, if you scold again, I will twist your neck off.

The shopkeeper was stunned at once, as if he didn't know what was going on.

He first took a step back, "poof, poof, poof" three times, spit out the three knocked out teeth, and then, standing still, he said angrily at Chef Ma: Chef Ma, are you crazy, you dare to hit me, don't you want to do it?

Chef Ma looked at him, and suddenly said: I am not Chef Ma.

Hearing this, the shopkeeper was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly burst out laughing, as if he had never heard anything funnier than this.

He raised his index finger, pointed at the nose of the hemp chef and said loudly: "Chef hemp, you have been cooking here for twenty years, if you are not a hemp cook, are you a turtle bastard?"

Then, his face changed, and he shouted, "Chef Ma, fucking fuck me out."

The hemp cook turned around, as if to leave, but the shopkeeper suddenly stopped him again.

The shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder, as if asking for peace, as if apologizing, and said softly: Oh, no, no, no, Master Ma, Master Ma, you can't leave now.

He touched his nose, as if thinking about something to make him stay, and then said: I think, when a guy knows that he has been fired by the boss, he will basically cry, shout, make trouble, and even kneel down, you beg me, beg me not to drive you away.

The hemp cook looked at him and did not speak.

The shopkeeper pointed to the door and suddenly said loudly: "Chef Ma, you fucking get out of here, you are fired, even if you kneel down and beg me, I will not let you stay."

Chef Ma's face changed, and the green tendons on his forehead were in the shape of a "ten" suddenly, and the shopkeeper saw that the situation was not good, so he quickly changed his gentle tone, and waved his hand again and again: Oh, no, no, I'm sorry, Master Ma, Chef Ma, I was too impulsive just now, you were not fired, you can continue to stay.

The hemp cook looked at him and did not speak.

The shopkeeper patted him on the shoulder and said softly: Look, Master Ma, I have already admitted my mistake to you, are you still willing to stay?

Although Cook Ma didn't speak, his face was much more relaxed.

However, the shopkeeper suddenly smiled secretly, and then, his face changed greatly, and he shouted at him with his teeth and claws: Hmph, you have been fired, Ma Cook, you fucking get out of here, I don't welcome guys who dare to contradict the boss here, ping-pong, pong, bang......

Whether you are a hemp cook, whether you are a golden knife Chen Biao, whether you are a pig or a dog, it has nothing to do with me, do you know what I'm talking about, you don't know what I'm talking about,

In fact, I don't know what I'm talking about, I don't even know who I'm talking to, there's no one here, no one, I'm talking to the air.

The shopkeeper talked to himself there, sometimes soft, sometimes exaggerated, sometimes laughing and scolding, as if he was performing a wonderful puppet show there.

Everyone was amused by his image of a smiling tiger.

However, the hemp cook was not happy or angry.

He just took a step forward and walked in front of the shopkeeper, and then, bowing to him, said, "Shopkeeper, thank you for taking me in twenty years ago,

However, in the past 20 years, I have not lived here for nothing, I have been a cook for you for 20 years, and I have made a lot of money for you, but now you want me to leave.

Okay, I'll get out, so what will happen to my salary?

I know that you are afraid that you will not be able to pay my salary, so you have stayed here with me all this time. Because keeping me will not only help you make more money, but you will also not have to pay me a huge salary.

Because you clearly know that Jin Dao Chen Biao earned 200,000 taels to cook a dish for people 20 years ago, and in the past 20 years, you have given me all the silver you have earned, and I am afraid it will not be enough, so I just slapped you with two ear scrapers to offset my wages in the past 20 years.